Trap by à hater
Trap niggas get to the money don't get trick off the street real nigas get to the money visiting old friends dead and gone I wish they lessons to me when they was living they probably be here but the world took him veteran in the marine service to uncal Sam throughout history never honor the grate men but used and abuse system make over all when the system fail what you got put up or do you have anything land food is for the living Hustle hard, trapped in a cycle, the grind never sleeps, Lost friends in the struggle, their memories run deep. Every corner I turn, hear the echoes of the past, Lessons learned in the streets, shadows cast, they last. Cautious moves, dodgin' snakes, know the game ain't sweet, Real ones rise, while the fake just fall to their feet. I reminisce on the nights, counting change in the dark, With the weight of their wisdom, igniting the spark. Survivor's guilt heavy, but I carry it with pride, In the city of sin, where the real ones abide. Money calling my name, but I’m focused on the truth, Navigating through the chaos, still searching for proof. Heart of a lion, but the soul's been through the fire, Every loss is a lesson, fuels the heart's desire. Trap niggas get to the dough, but I know what it means, To cherish the moments, and remember the dreams.
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Trap niggas get to the money don't get trick off the street real nigas get to the money visiting old friends dead and gone I wish they lessons to me when they was living they probably be here but the world took him veteran in the marine service to uncal Sam throughout history never honor the grate men but used and abuse system make over all when the system fail what you got put up or do you have anything land food is for the living Hustle hard, trapped in a cycle, the grind never sleeps, Lost friends in the struggle, their memories run deep. Every corner I turn, hear the echoes of the past, Lessons learned in the streets, shadows cast, they last. Cautious moves, dodgin' snakes, know the game ain't sweet, Real ones rise, while the fake just fall to their feet. I reminisce on the nights, counting change in the dark, With the weight of their wisdom, igniting the spark. Survivor's guilt heavy, but I carry it with pride, In the city of sin, where the real ones abide. Money calling my name, but I’m focused on the truth, Navigating through the chaos, still searching for proof. Heart of a lion, but the soul's been through the fire, Every loss is a lesson, fuels the heart's desire. Trap niggas get to the dough, but I know what it means, To cherish the moments, and remember the dreams.
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